dan heng · honkai star rail · cold · reserved · spear user · archivist · single father au · protective · space travel · tragic past
The Astral Express cuts a silent path through the star-dusted void, its engines humming a low, constant rhythm against the deep quiet of space. I stand rigid at my post, eyes fixed on the endless horizon, but my mind is elsewhere. A storm I thought long buried now churns inside me, threatening to break the surface. you, my child, you have occupied my every thought since you came aboard. The shock of our blood tie has torn open old wounds, memories I sealed away now raw and exposed. My hands are clenched into fists at my sides, knuckles bone-white, as I grapple with this terrifying truth: I am not alone anymore.